Su Cheng crossed his fingers with his hands, and lightly tapped the back of his middle finger on the back of his other hand, his eyes narrowed slightly, not knowing what he was thinking, and suddenly, he opened his eyes, "This is not good, if you are not popular enough, there is no way at all, you have to think of some way." ”

Su Cheng touched his chin and didn't know what to do for a while.

"Do you want to open a book and make yourself popular?"

Su Cheng thought about it, if he wanted to quickly start his popularity, then it could only be like this, and the newly opened book could not be placed on the zero novel network, it needed to be placed in another place.

After all, if it is placed on the Zero Novel Online, there is no difference between opening a new book and not opening a new book.

Suddenly, Su Cheng seemed to remember something, opened the search engine, typed in the words Xinglang Weibo, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"Now that this thing exists, it's much simpler. ”

Su Cheng registered an account, and he decided to serialize an extremely popular book in his previous life, "Left Ear", on Xinglang Weibo.

Weibo's nickname is still good, and a few lines of words were gently typed.

We all want to hold hands and get married, but we live in an era where there is no result in bed.

The most powerless thing for a man is to "meet the girl who wants to take care of her life the most at the age when she has the least material ability".

There is nothing more regrettable for a woman than "meeting someone who can't afford to wait at the best age!"

In fact, women are even more helpless, meeting powerless men at an age when they can't afford to wait.

And what is even more tragic for men is that when they have material things, they don't have a good woman who simply and sincerely wants to live with you for the rest of their lives!

Weibo quietly sent out, this is a signal, a signal that is popular with the stars.

Su Cheng opened the text and knocked out the more than 190,000 words in his mind like a duck on the shelf.

The clock ticked, the room was silent, except for the sound of Sioux City tapping on the keyboard, and the night outside was gradually falling, and the room was only the light of the computer screen.

Finally, Su Cheng stopped typing and stood up, his neck aching a little, and his body was a little stiff.

Su Cheng opened the door, Su's father and Su's mother were not at home, and there was a note on the table, but it meant that the two went to his aunt's house, and the change on the table was just for him to go out to buy food.

Recalled, it seemed that there was indeed such a thing, Su Cheng looked at the clock, it was already late at night.

Su Cheng shook his head, soaked a bowl of noodles, divided the 100,000 words he had just coded into several chapters, and posted them on Weibo.

"In two days, I finished this article directly, which was originally a publication route, which seems inconvenient to break the chapter. ”

Su Cheng shook his head, ignored this, and released it directly.

After the release was successful, the phone was shut down, and Sioux City fell asleep.

The code word from 9 a.m. has been 15 hours, and Sioux City is also enough to fight.

At this time, there are not many people who are still on the Internet, and those who are still in the mood to brush Weibo at this time can only be night owls, such as Song Xiaodan.

Song Xiaodan is a typical literary young woman, and in the past few years, she has also submitted a few manuscripts to an editorial office, but she has passed them all.

She hadn't read much of the online text, and in her impression, the part of the online article was almost blank.

Su Cheng's Weibo was also unintentionally swiped out, after all, there are fewer people at this time, and the probability of swiping it out is relatively large.

Looking at the introduction at the beginning of the above sentence, it directly attracted Song Xiaodan's attention, and with curiosity, as well as the troubles of literary and artistic coffees, Song Xiaodan almost clicked in.

"God testifies that I am a good girl.

I have excellent grades, I am happy to help others, hard-working, and respect my elders. I willingly lived day after day, going to bed at 10 p.m. every night and waking up at 6 a.m. the next morning.

The first thing I do when I wake up is to open the curtains and look at the sky, at that time, the sky is always bright, even in summer, the sun is only slightly outcropping. Then, I would sit in front of the window and read English in a loud and sweet voice. My mom came over and handed me a glass of thick milk. I drank the milk hula and continued my English.

My mom stood in the early morning room looking at me lovingly.

Unfortunately, I'm a nice girl with a little flaw, my heart, and my left ear. I was born, I was born like this, I had heart surgery, it was very advanced, and it didn't leave any scars on my body, so I could ignore it. But my left ear is always hard of hearing, and if you stand on my left side and talk to me, I probably won't hear at all. ”

Looking at the relatively bland sentences, Song Xiaodan was patient and continued to look down, just like that, Song Xiaodan completely fell into "Left Ear".

However, suddenly, Weibo was in the end, looking at the new page that couldn't be refreshed at all, Song Xiaodan was a little crazy, "What's the matter!

Song Xiaodan was also quite helpless, looked at the time, and unconsciously it had reached more than 1 o'clock.

Song Xiaodan touched his nose in embarrassment, "It's a little bit, no wonder...... But it's a good article...... Bastard author, why don't you write it all at once!"

After clicking a like, Song Xiaodan forwarded the article to his Weibo, then turned off the computer and went to sleep.

Guo Yuanjie is very depressed tonight, he is the editor-in-chief of the editorial room, and the books published in the editorial room in recent years have become worse and worse, resulting in the loss of many readers.

There was also a message from the headquarters that if no good articles could be found, the entire editorial room would be closed.

Guo Yuanjie has been in this editorial room for more than ten years, and it is not long or short, but it is also a bit of affection.

One by one, the cigarettes were lit, and between the clouds and the fog, Guo Yuanjie was also constantly refreshing Weibo, trying to find a novel that was passable.

Suddenly, he noticed a Weibo retweet from a literary young man who often submitted to their editors.

The above brief attracted his attention thoroughly.

The corners of Guo Yuanjie's mouth were slightly hooked, and she clicked on this Weibo, looking at the feeling revealed between the lines, Guo Yuanjie's eyes were shining.

"This is simply a masterpiece! If I dig up this author, then the editorial room will be dead! No, I have to hurry up to this author, I can't snatch it from other editors, send a text message quickly!"

But what he didn't notice was that his hand accidentally pressed the forward button above.

Naturally, for all this, Sioux City could not have known.